A town I used to love.
A town I used I used to prosper in.
Just to live in Constown was a time of joy, and a time to live.
But now as the cold hands of the depression ripe the life from my towns heart.
There are no more happy cries from the children I had come to know.
No longer did the church bells ring every day at the 12 oclock mass.
The birds no longer congregated on the greens of the town.
The homes of the counrty beacame barron and dark, with doors like crying mouths and windows shartered like their owners dreams.
The remaining people stood helpless and hopless on the steps of the few inhabited homes. The depression came like the locusts, it ate away all life, and drove away all hope to prosper. In the end my town would never again shine with the radiance and prosperity that it had once emenate
-Max
Town of Colors
A town of colors, black and white
Not all are equal, not all are fair
You have your stories
You have your jobs that you make so little at
If you are white you are ranked higher
If you are black you are ranked low
In this town of many colors, black or white
Your life is hard or easy
You live in a town so opinionated
A town of colors, black and white
Our secrects are hidden beneath
Some are known others are not
Our town is a mystery
A town of colors black, and white
Our shoppe's and buildings, tall and short
Some of the people are bright
Our town is a sight
A town of colors black, and white
Our town is a place for all
Some black, some white, some short, some tall
Our town is what makes the world go round
-Lindsayk
Collaborative Poem Constown Colors
A town I used to love
Where not all are equal nor fair
But living in Constown is coming to an end
Cold hands of depression rip the life of my towns heart
A town I used to love
The places to go, now a ghost town
A town that used to be livley now stands alone
People standing so helpless and hopeless on the steps of inhabinted homes
A town riped from our hands
The people of different types
A town that the world revolved around
Taken from the depression
Nothing fair
Nothing equal
Nothing but sad people with nothing left
A dark Constown
A town I used to love.
A town I used I used to prosper in.
Just to live in Constown was a time of joy, and a time to live.
But now as the cold hands of the depression ripe the life from my towns heart.
There are no more happy cries from the children I had come to know.
No longer did the church bells ring every day at the 12 oclock mass.
The birds no longer congregated on the greens of the town.
The homes of the counrty beacame barron and dark, with doors like crying mouths and windows shartered like their owners dreams.
The remaining people stood helpless and hopless on the steps of the few inhabited homes.
The depression came like the locusts, it ate away all life, and drove away all hope to prosper.
In the end my town would never again shine with the radiance and prosperity that it had once emenate
-Max
Town of Colors
A town of colors, black and white
Not all are equal, not all are fair
You have your stories
You have your jobs that you make so little at
If you are white you are ranked higher
If you are black you are ranked low
In this town of many colors, black or white
Your life is hard or easy
You live in a town so opinionated
A town of colors, black and white
Our secrects are hidden beneath
Some are known others are not
Our town is a mystery
A town of colors black, and white
Our shoppe's and buildings, tall and short
Some of the people are bright
Our town is a sight
A town of colors black, and white
Our town is a place for all
Some black, some white, some short, some tall
Our town is what makes the world go round
-Lindsayk
Collaborative Poem
Constown Colors
A town I used to love
Where not all are equal nor fair
But living in Constown is coming to an end
Cold hands of depression rip the life of my towns heart
A town I used to love
The places to go, now a ghost town
A town that used to be livley now stands alone
People standing so helpless and hopeless on the steps of inhabinted homes
A town riped from our hands
The people of different types
A town that the world revolved around
Taken from the depression
Nothing fair
Nothing equal
Nothing but sad people with nothing left
A dark Constown